Too-ees

I think I'm in trouble.

You know how men are notorious for being big babies when they're sick?  Well Ben already has that one down at the ripe old age of four.  From the moment he stumbled into my room at 6:30 this morning with rosy cheeks and declared in his most miserable voice "I'm siiiiiiiiiiiick", he has been milking this sickness for all it's worth.  He even made me call my mom today to tell her that he was sick.  She told him that when she's sick she snuggles up on the couch and watches tv and eats crackers to feel better.

So my little snuggler got up on the couch and wrapped up in a blanket and watched Cars today while the little boys played (L's mom chose, wisely, to keep her home today).   Every so often I would come feel his forehead and give him a hug and kiss on the cheek and he tell me, again, in his most miserable voice, that he was sooooooooo sick.  Then twenty minutes later he'd be up and running around chasing the little boys.

Soooooooooooooo sick.

Tonight the boys and I were on our own for dinner.  Now, I can cook.  I really can.  Except the only time I enjoy cooking is when it turns out amazingly fantastic and I have the house to myself and I don't have to do a whole lot on top of the stove (I prefer baking).  So usually Scott cooks.  And when it's just the boys and me we have peanut butter and jelly.  So pb & j was on the menu for tonight. 

Thanks to Grandma, though, Ben refused to eat pb & j because it "doesn't make me feeling better."  He insisted he could only eat crackers because that's what Grandma said would make him feel better.  However, the only crackers we had were those little packages of crackers with peanut butter in the middle.  And guess what Caleb thought they were?

"Too-ees".

Too-ees are cookies in Caleb speak.  And Caleb was so furious at the injustice of being forced to eat pb & j while his brother got Too-ees that he he threw his sandwich across the table.  Luckily, it just landed further down on the table, so I just picked it up.  It was the principle of the matter, though, so my nearly two year old, who hasn't sat in a high chair in months, was banished to the high chair to finish his dinner, while his older brother smiled smugly and chomped on his Too-ees.  Caleb then proceeded to smear his yogurt all over his shirt in rebellion and then complain that he was messy.

And I blame this all on my mother (sorry Mom, but someone has to take the blame for this).